I used to read a lot more horror when I was young, but fell out of the habit (except for Stephen King titles) some time in my late twenties. I was in the mood for something dark and quirky after my recent hospital stay, however, so I dived into Alan Baxter’s The Gulp.
This is of a piece with that super spendy burger I found the other day. Except this time it’s just the side dish. Serendipity 3, an Upper East Side greasy spoon offers two hundred bucks worth of tater fingers par boiled in champagne, double fried, and drowned in three forms of truffle. Then dusted with gold shavings.
I’m back from hospital a couple of days now. Not up for much, just a lot of couch time, some reading and streaming. Occasionally dipping my toe into the fire hose of crazy on Twitter. (Haven’t been back to FB yet).
I’m chilling in ICU, full of holes, tubes and drugs. About to smash my self administered morphine doser and binge watch Loki.
Just a visit from the physio who’ll be supervising my post operative recovery. I got this thing to practice with. I have to suck the little balls all the way to the top. Ten times an hour while I have the garden hose running through my rib cage.
I head into hospital tomorrow to get the last of that crap drained out of my lungs and for a bunch of tests to try work out what it was doing there. I’ll probably be in for four nights because of the stent - ie. the garden hose I’ll wake up with jammed through my ribs.
I was already looking forward to the Ryan Ryan NPC guy movie. And this reax vid does not change that.
Expecting to be in lockdown any day now we took a day trip yesterday to the Scenic Rim, a sort of ancient cordillera of long, long extinct volcanos, or their weathered cores at least. After two days of hard gusting winds and occasional rain, it turned out to be a spectacular day.
Got this from Greybeard.
